This isn’t a post about my house. Anyone reading this who is interested in building Tiny Homes should give my blog a pass today.
My little tiny black friend, with his soft yellow eyes and perfect van-dyke beard, he who always walked on tiptoe with his tail in a happy curl; he who would get my goat by purposely banging on doors or knocking things off counters if he felt ignored; he who never, ever turned away from me even when I was so low no one else could reach me, passed away yesterday after several weeks of declining health.
I’ll keep on working on your namesake, sweetheart, which will keep me active and take my mind off of missing you. I love you.